Albus Potter felt the train thrum beneath his seat, his parents beginning to grow faint in the distance and embrace each other. He sighed as his first day at Hogwarts was tomorrow, and the train was taking him off to the enchanted castle; away from his parents for the first time.
The legendary Harry Potter was his father, his mother being Ginny Potter, both of them were heroes of the wizarding world. Harry Potter was a name that everyone has known since he defeated the dark lord Voldemort, and Voldemort has been gone for over thirteen years.
"Hey Albus, don't land yourself in Slytherin now, we wouldn't want to have to hate you."
This voice came from Albus' brother: James, the joker of the Potter family. Though from what Albus's father had told them, he was nowhere close to the level of the Weasley twin's joking demeanors. Though the twins are now only singular, George, was the only surviving member of the twins after the battle for Hogwarts.
"Stop it, James." Albus replied, setting his trunk down under his train seat.
"Well, don't worry, little bro. You have to be in Gryffindor, our father is the Harry Potter. There's no possible way we can be in anything else, the house will normally be kept in families."
James smiled brotherly at Albus, putting an arm on his shoulder and sitting him down, "Just enjoy the train ride and keep a sickle on hand, the trolley lady has a lot of sweets."
"Thanks, do you have any other advice for me, James?"
"Yeah, don't annoy the acromantulas or the centaurs, they will not hesitate to kill you."
And with that, James left the compartment.
Albus heard the compartment door close behind James and he sat down in the cushiony seats, alone, ready to fall asleep on the long ride to Hogwarts.
He slept for a few hours before being awoken by a knock on the compartment door, "Hello? Is there anybody in this compartment? I have candy from the trolley lady. Albus groaned as he stretched his limbs after waking, "Yeah, you can come in, there's room." And in walked Rose, Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger's daughter.
"Hey Albus," she said shyly, "There really wasn't much room left in the other areas, everyone else already has their friends groups made."
Not only had Rose inherited her mother's brains, but her bushy hair and teeth too, those things were second only to a beaver. So Albus understood immediately why she was rejected from everywhere else, their pride wouldn't allow them to talk to her.
"Yeah, no problem. So any ideas on the house you'll be in?"
Rose wasted no time in answering: "Gryffindor, just like my mom and dad"
"Same", Albus replied, "My dad even told me that you can ask the sorting hat to allow you into different houses, he said that he did it when he was being sorted."
Rose's curiosity was instantly pricked, "Really, but isn't the hat supposed to be impartial? It says so in the Hogwarts a History I inherited from my mom."
Albus shrugged, it was no matter to him whether the hat heard him or not, he just needed to be in Gryffindor. "I don't know, but don't you think that book might be a bit dated?"
At this point another kid walked into the room, "HEY, STOP THAT!" He didn't walk in so much as being pushed in, and fell onto the floor. From the blond hair it was instantly recognizable who it is, Scorpius Malfoy, Draco's son.
Albus instantly jumped up and yanked out the only thing he could grab, which was his wand that he just got. Twelve inches long, made of willow, and with a dragon's heartstring to power it; this wand resonated power whenever Albus held it. And he held it straight out, pointed at the two Hufflepuff fifth years who had pushed Scorpius in.
"What's the big idea?"
Scorpius got to his feet and pulled out his mahogany wand, "Yeah, what was that for?"
The two Hufflepuffs sneered at the first years, "Just remember who your grandfather was, filth." And they left, slamming the compartment door shut as they went.
Rose got up and put both Albus' and Scorpius' wands down, "Calm down now, they're gone."
The two first years looked at each other and finally recognized them, "Wait aren't you-"they said simultaneously. Scorpius stuffed away his wand, "Albus Potter, it's nice to meet you. Your father saved mine's life on more than one occasion, I've heard a lot about him."
"Many have," Albus countered without putting his wand away, having also heard of Scorpius' father and grandfather: Draco Malfoy, and Lucius Malfoy. One of which had been Voldemort's right hand man, and the other was almost going to follow him before wising up. Not that Albus didn't remember Harry's stories of how Draco had been the infamous school bully of Slytherin House.
"Look," Scorpius started, "I know how you think that my father is a person who is concerned with blood over bravery, but I never knew that part of him. I had heard that he was like that, but never met him when he was like that, it seems to me that he changed. Also, I grew up without that influence, I don't care that her mother was a muggleborn." He pointed at Rose who had been watching the exchange excitedly.
"Alright," Albus finally put away his wand, "Don't worry, a guy isn't his father, he's himself. But don't act like your old man, I wouldn't want to have to hate you. You seem like an okay guy."